Introduction
The whole village advised Wen Zhiyu to accept his fate.
A helpless female educated youth who went to the countryside was coveted by second-rate men and manipulated by the villagers. Marrying a rough man from the mountains, Orion Luye, was her only way to survive.
Everyone said that Lu Ye was cold and taciturn, with a violent temper. He was a loner and a wild man with thorns all over his body. He never knew how to be gentle, let alone love others.
On the wedding night, red candles flickered.
He sharpened his knife until late at night, living in a separate room with her, distant and indifferent: "I won't touch you, I will provide rice, flour, and firewood, so you can live a stable life."
He was decisive in killing foreigners, carrying hundreds of kilograms of prey into the mountains, challenging ferocious beasts alone, and frightening the whole village;
Only for her, she is clumsy and meticulous, reserved and restrained.
He can secretly pile sweet and sour wild fruits on her bedside, he can warm blood-tonifying herbs, and he can sew clothes with his own hands, and his stitches are finer than those of women.
But Wen Zhiyu gradually discovered that this upright and rough man hid too many abnormal secrets.
Every mid-month, he would go to the mountains to stay alone. When he returned, he would be pale and cold, weak and unable to hold on;
He keeps his collar tightly buttoned all year round and never wants to show any skin;
He could hold a shotgun for her and scare the whole village away from rumors, but he would curl up on a bamboo couch alone in the middle of the night, holding back tears.
The world sees him as rough, cold, and ruthless in killing.
Only she slowly peeled off the layers of his hard shell——
I got a glimpse of the deep and tolerant feelings that he had hidden for several years and did not dare to express to his mouth, as well as the secret old wounds that no one knew about and suffered from.
He guarded the mountains and plains of the world, but he did not dare to get close to the one he loved.
Later, the red candle was lit again, and the moonlight was gentle.
Wen Zhiyu gently opened the door to his heart that had been closed for many years:
"Lu Ye, you don't have to hide anymore, and you don't have to bear all the pain anymore."
Concept: My rough husband is a girl